" Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!—Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!"
... this time around, die WG turns Chalet into a mythical jungle and takes you on an cruise of tropically flavored house sets: renowned artists, international DJs and newcomers to Berlin’s electronic scene will guide you through the jungle of blissful sets that challenge genres, always keeping in a family spirit.
So let us drink at the Foutain of Youth, find our musical El Dorado, feel & reconnect, along with the highlights of our magical last summer!
DRESSCODE : Wildlife
MONKEY SAFARI’s beats call for an everlasting summer. The brothers, club and label owners surely made waves with their colorful & hearty productions influenced by funk, hip hop & jazz, as well as their memorable set at Fusion Festival.
TIGERSKIN aka Dub Taylor aka Korsakow : behind many aliases and an impressive discography, a mysterious and versatile craftsman who will unveil – live - his treasures of aquatic, mystical, heady rhythms.
Travelling San Francisco-Berlin, RAY ZUNIGA builds on elegant and powerful grooves calling in funk and soul. With Michael Tello of Pillow Talk, he is "the other half" of the live electronic duo on which we are all ears: Signal Flow.
New Yorker MARC-ALAN GRAY will play his favorite game of musical hide and seek, notorious for his astounding eclectic mixes & his reputation of a cosmopolitan trouble maker.
French-born, nourrished by his travels & gigs throughout South America, MILAN KOBAR will invite you to explore the twists and turns of groovy minimal and mystical deep house, as you fall under the spell of QUENTIN K.’s tight selection and strong will to travel to more psychedelic grounds. And in the heart of the jungle, a „Fire Flower“: LA FILLE, an amazon armed with sensual and subtle grooves, cat eyes, smiles and a lot of energy to burn.
"...It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf. "It is time to hunt again."